Testo di Eastwick

It might make for good TV The grieving process for all to see But I don't want my fathers ashes Scattered over strangers couches And it might make for a fun night in if I Wore a dress and slept with him But I really hate showing my legs Even when the Sydney summer begs me Come on now your roots are showing Unlike hands your hair keeps growing Oh now love you could keep on dyeing I think the truth is more age defying And in the day when it gets dark We were just two shelves apart When we realised, it's not right You are not in a garden, you are in a store A single stemmed rose reaching out for more Did it come as a great shock When your third love said hey you're not Gonna get his heart to beat by Laying offerings at his feet And in the day when it turned dark We were two cages apart When we realised, it's not right You are not in the wild, you are in a pen A forgotten sow wondering when you can run